Day 1, Wednesday: The story of your life in 250 words or less
And from the stalk came the corn, and it was good. Then the
crow swooped down and ate some. Not long after that, the crow expelled the
partly digested kernels. This landed on the shoulders of a husband and his
wife. And so they procreated. Perhaps the name giver would call this one
“Little Sh It.” That is what those who do not know a love of crows
might expect. Years later the child became an adult. Like the crow who inspired
this life, the adult flew out to see the world, wings spread wide. But, as many
crows have found, some farms set poison among the food, and so the fate of the
adult looked bleak. Wings flapped no better than a clipped pet shop parakeet.
So a crow feather was taken, dipped in ink which matched, and pressed to paper.
The words may be a harvest feast one day, or may be crow droppings.
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